A Physical Gets Physical

Carol Ross and her son Jeffrey were waiting in the doctor's office. Carol was a single mother of two children. Kimberly, her oldest, was nineteen. Jeffrey was next at eighteen. They had been waiting in the examination room for nearly twenty minutes. It was a new hospital for them, so it was taking some time for them to be registered and entered into the system.

They were there for Jeffrey's college physical, which required a parent or guardian to remain in the room in order to answer or ask questions about staying safe and healthy in college life.

"What's taking so long?" Jeffrey whined.

Carol pushed the dark wisps of hair that covered her forehead back behind her ear, lifted her brown eyes up to her son, and said, "I don't know, honey, just be patient."

He sighed.

Jeffrey was not a particularly attractive young man. He still had acne all over his face, his hair always seemed to be greasy and oily, and he was incredibly scrawny. He was practically the only guy in his entire graduating class that was heading off to college still a virgin. This was an unfortunate mistake made by the girls that had turned him down all through high school, for Jeffrey had an extremely well endowed cock that had yet to be seen by any woman in the world since he had gone through puberty.

Carol was sitting across from the examination table, lost in a women's magazine. "Ten Ways to Please Your Man," was the name of the article. It was painful for her to read. She hadn't had sex in almost five years, since her husband left. It wasn't that she couldn't get a date; she had a great body and all, long legs, thick thighs, wide hips, and a great rack. It was just the idea of entering the dating world again at her age, and with two kids; it frightened the hell out of her.

There was a part of her that needed to face that fear though . . . the part between her legs. Lately, ever since her daughter openly went on birth control and could be heard getting fucked in her bedroom by her boyfriend every other night, Carol was feeling constantly on edge. Not just horny, it was like animal lust that had suddenly sprang upon her after being held inside and repressed for so many years. The solution to his problem, however, was simple: she had to have a nice fat cock inside of her, very soon.

There were a few taps on the door.

"Yeah," said Jeffrey.

The door opened and in stepped the doctor. "Hi," she said, reaching a hand out for Jeffrey to shake, "I'm Dr. Linda Fitz, you must be Jeffrey?"

Jeffrey's jaw dropped. He took the hand that was offered to him and felt all the blood in his body rush to two places: his face and his cock. She was so beautiful with strands of red hair across her forehead, lovely little freckles that covered the dimples in her cheeks, and incredibly refreshing crystal blue eyes that made his stomach turn. He didn't even feel the need to look down and check out her body; he was sure it was perfect.

The doctor cleared her throat.

Jeffrey snapped out of his trance, embarrassed. How long had he been holding her hand for? He looked over to his mother, who had looked up from her magazine and was giving him a curious look.

Their hands separated and Linda offered her hand to Carol and said, "And you must be Jeffrey's mother. It's nice to meet you both."

"It's nice to meet you too."

"Yeah," Jeffrey muttered quickly after his mother, "It's nice to meet you too."

"So," said the doctor, sitting beside Jeffrey on the examination table, crossing her legs, her dress riding up and exposing her pale white flesh, "You're starting school in the fall, is that right?"

"Uh, yeah," said Jeffrey nervously, unsure of where to look, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants, hoping that neither the doctor nor his mother would notice the growing bulge in his crotch.

"And so this is just a," she tilted her head, thinking of the word, "Standard exam?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh I'm just making sure that you're only here for a regular physical. There aren't any medical or health related problems that I should know about before we get started?"

Jeffrey shook his head.

The doctor looked at Jeffrey's mother for confirmation and she also shook her head.

"Great," she said, getting up from the examination table. "So these college physicals are pretty simple. First I just need to check you out physically, make sure everything's in order, then I just have a few questions that I need to ask you. Sounds simple enough, right?"

"Sure," said Jeffrey.

"Okay, why don't you start by taking your shirt off and lying back on the table, okay?"

He did as he was told, keeping his knees up while lying on his back so that the tent from his semi-hard enormous cock pressing against his pants was not noticeable.

The doctor squirted some hand sanitizer on her hands and rubbed her hands together. Jeffrey's member twitched at the noise the liquid made between her palms going back and forth. The sound reminded him of jerking off with some nice warm lubrication.

"My hands might be a little cold, so I apologize in advance for this," she said. Then she stood over him and began poking and prodding her fingers into his belly, feeling for God knows what. "Does this hurt at all?"

"No," he replied, his voice shaky, trying not to look down her shirt.

"Good," she said. "That's enough of that. Go ahead and sit back up."

The next few parts of the exam were pretty standard, blood pressure, heart rate, listening to the lungs and all of that. "Almost done with the physical part," said the doctor. "There's just one more place I have to check out."

"What place is that?" Jeffrey asking, hoping that it wasn't the place that he thought it was, his heart racing.

She gave him a little sympathetic smile and said, "Your groin area and testicles."

Jeffrey gulped.

Carol's ears perked up at this and she asked, "Should I leave and come back in when this part is over?"

Linda clicked her tongue apologetically and said, "Actually, because this is a sort of special physical for college, and even though Jeffrey's eighteen, a parent or guardian has to stay in the room at all times, just to be witness to everything that needs to be done."

Jeffrey's eyes glanced at his mother quickly and then shot to the ground in humiliation for what was about to come.

"What I can do, however, is close off your area with a curtain so that you can still be inside the room and still be witness to the examination without actually seeing it, sparing Jeffrey some unnecessary embarrassment."

"Okay," said Carol, relieved, "That'd be great. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied.

Then she stepped out into the hallway for a moment and came back in, wheeling behind her two poles that had adjustable hospital curtains stretched in between them. "Here we are," she said, spreading them in a sort of half-circle around Carol so that she was sitting in a sort of cylindrical emplacement. "Perfect," she said, stepping out and leaving Jeffrey's mother without sight of her son.

"So," said Linda, turning her attention back to the blushing and nervous boy, "Why don't you go ahead and stand up, okay? I know it's probably awkward, but I'll try and make this as painless as possible."

Jeffrey did as he was told and hopped down from the table. His hands were fidgeting around his crotch in an attempt to conceal the lump in his pants, however pointless it may have seemed.

"Hands at your sides."

He did as he was told.

Then Linda squatted down in front of Jeffrey, her face level with his groin and giving him a perfect angle to look down her shirt, which didn't help his predicament at all. Then she very gently unbuckled his pants, her hands brushing against his thick member. "Just relax, now," she said, slowly pulling down his fly.

Carol did her best to try and stay focused on her magazine, but she couldn't help but be distracted by the sound of her son being undressed just a few feet away from her. She couldn't help but picture what was going on through her son's head. She saw the way that he looked at her when she walked in. Was he going to get an erection? Would the doctor say anything with her in the room if he did?

Then Linda grasped onto the pants at Jeffrey's hips and gently pulled them, along with his boxer shorts, down to his ankles. Jeffrey clenched his eyes shut in embarrassment, his cock standing straight out at full attention; there was no more hiding it. She involuntarily let out a gasp of amazement at the enormous member before her, so thick, his balls hanging low, so big.

How could this package belong to such a measly looking kid?

Jeffrey's mother put her hand over her mouth in astonishment. Did she just here the doctor gasp at the sight of her son's penis? Images began to race through her head. Was it small? Big? Did it smell? No, she would be able to smell it if it did. They weren't even five feet away from her. What could she be gasping at?

Linda cleared her throat and in a professional voice said, "First I'm going to check your testicles for lumps of any kind." She grasped each ball in a hand and began softly prodding them. "When I say so, cough, okay?"

"Yeah," Jeffrey said quietly, his huge cock like a thick pole jetting out. It was so long it that it was almost touching her face, the hardest he had ever been. He could feel her hot breath on the tip of his shaft. That's how close it was.

"Cough," she said.

He did.

She rubbed her fingers together, practically massaging his balls. "Cough," she said again.

He did.

Carol flipped through her magazine, trying to get her mind off of her son's examination. She shouldn't be listening. She shouldn't even be in the room. And her pussy most certainly shouldn't be getting wet.

The doctor nodded and slid her hands up from his ball sack and ran her fingers down the bottom of his thick and throbbing member. She saw his naked body quiver at the contact that she made with it. She smiled slightly and asked, "Well clearly you are not suffering from any erectile dysfunction."

Jeffrey felt his stomach twist in agonizing embarrassment. His mother was sitting right there for heaven's sake. "No," he muttered.

"Are you sexually active?" She asked putting her hands on her thighs, squatted outward.

"Uh . . . no," he replied shamefully. "Not, uh, not yet."

"I see," she said, "Well that certainly is shame, seeing what you have to work with here."

So she gasped at it because it was so big, Carol thought, feeling a little proud about her son. Then she shook her head and told herself that she had to snap out of it. Proud of her son's cock? What on earth was she thinking?

"But you masturbate of course, right?" Asked the doctor.

Jeffrey opened his eyes and looked down at Linda. The tip of his cock was barely an inch away from her red, red lips. He gave her a pleading, helpless sort of look and said, "Uh, yeah. I mean . . . sometimes, you know?"

She licked her lips, looking up at him seductively.

A few drops of pre-cum dripped out.

"And are you having any problems ejaculating?" She bit on her bottom lip. These were standard questions that she had to ask him, any doctor would have to ask him. But the way that she was asking them was different than any other doctor would . . . the tone of her voice, the look in her eye, her wet red lips; she was teasing him and she very well knew it.

"No," he said, "No problems."

Then she asked her first . . . 'unofficial' . . . question.

"And how much would you say comes out when you orgasm?"

This was so unprofessional. She didn't know why it was turning her on so much, she had certainly seen some big cocks before, but tormenting this hung virgin was really getting her off. Her pussy had gotten so wet that it soaked completely through her panties.

"How-How much?"

"Yeah," she said, brushing her fingers gently, barely touching, along the bottom of his shaft, so thick and hard. "How much would you say comes out? A healthy amount, less than a healthy amount, maybe even a little bit more than a healthy amount?"

Carol didn't want to do it, but she just couldn't help it. That animal lust was setting in again and her hand just naturally slid between her legs and started rubbing her cunt through the tight fabric of her pants. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

"A little bit more?" She asked, lifting up her eyebrows, licking her lips once again, and continuously gliding her soft fingertips up and down the bottom of his shaft. "And how much is a little bit more?"

"Hmm, well it wouldn't surprise me if you produce more sperm than the average male your age, your testicles being so well developed. Tell me, on these occasions where 'quite a bit comes out,' are you in a particularly high state of arousal? Possibly from exposure to pornography or what have you. Or are these just regular orgasms that, out of the blue, contain much more semen than a normal ejaculation?"

Her fingertips were now going up and down the bottom of his shaft at a regular rhythmic pace. Going as low as his aching ball sack and sliding right up to the end of his dripping purple tip.

"Uh, no, it's just uh," he was panting slightly, his heart racing in excitement for what was going on between his legs, "You know, I just, uh, it always seems like a lot that, uh, you know, comes out . . ."

"Oh, I see," she said, smiling up at him. "So you always ejaculate more than what you think is normal? It has nothing to do with being overly aroused? You don't bring yourself to the edge a lot when you masturbate, saving it up in your testicles, so that when you ejaculate more will come out?"

"Uh, no, I mean . . .yes, I do that, but uh . . . it's not because of, uh, you know." He couldn't even finish his thoughts. He was nervous that his mother would hear his voice quivering and suspect what was going on. Little did he know, however, what was going on over on her side of the curtain.

Carol, remaining as quiet as possible, was furiously rubbing her clit through the tight, thin fabric of her pants. She had never done anything like this before. It repulsed her and turned her on at the same time. What kind of a mother gets off on listening to how much cum comes out of her son's apparently well-endowed penis?

"I see," said the doctor, "So you ejaculate more than normal when you just regular masturbate, and you ejaculate even more than more than normal when you are overly aroused and repeatedly bring yourself to the edge of orgasm?

"Uh, y-yeah," he stammered.

Her fingertips, so light, barely touching his thick meaty rod, sliding up to his sensitive tip, felt so good. His balls began to really ache, an intense pressure building up in his groin. God, was she going to make him cum right here with his mother in the room?

"Okay, I understand now," she said. "You know what, while I'm down here we might as well talk about what to expect in college as far as girls and practicing safe sex. Is that all right with you, Ms. Ross?"

Carol kept rubbing her cunt, doing her best to keep her voice at an even tone while she stimulated her clit, "Yes, of course. Whatever you have to do."

"Good," said the doctor, smiling up at Jeffrey's acne-ridden face, twisted with pleasure. Then, noticing his breathing increase substantially, and feeling a subtle pulsation in his cock, she abruptly stopped rubbing her fingertips up and down his shaft.

Jeffrey looked down at her with that pleading, hopeless look, like a puppy dog.

"Now Jeffrey," she began, "I know that you said that you are a virgin, and I can assure you that won't last long in college. What concerns me most, especially with virgins, is that they get so excited when they finally do partake in intercourse that they forget to practice safe sex. You do know about safe sex, condoms and all that, don't you Jeffrey?"

"Yeah," he said, "Of course."

"Good. Now there are both good things and seemingly bad things about condom usage. The good thing, of course is pregnancy and STD prevention. The bad thing, as most men will tell you, and hopefully as you'll find out some day, is having sex with a condom just doesn't feel as good, sensation wise."

Still squatted in front of his enormous erection and aching balls that were just waiting to explode, Linda hiked up her skirt and leaned back a little, exposing a pair of soaked pink panties.

"It makes pretty good sense, obviously. The tip of your cock, err, sorry, I mean penis, being the most sensitive part, clearly you're not going to want a film of rubber over it, preventing you from feeling the warm and moist sensations of a woman's vagina."

Linda bit her bottom lip, hard, and pulled her soaked panties aside for young Jeffrey to gaze down at. The hair down there was red too, and she was dripping wet, literally.

On the other side of the curtain, Carol was on her way toward her own orgasm. She never bothered lowering her pants or even sliding her hand beneath the fabric, so there was a big wet spot through both her panties and the material of her pants from so much stimulation. How was she going to explain that to her son? Still, she kept going.

She slid a finger inside herself and continued, "But there is one benefit that a lot of men overlook with the whole condom wearing thing. As appealing as the pull-out method sounds- you do know what the pull-out method is, don't you Jeffrey?"

"Yes," he said flatly, his eyes glued to her exposed cunt.

"Good, well- as appealing as the pull-out method sounds, most men overlook the fact that they will be pulling out during the best part. So think about it Jeffrey -- just when you are about to cum, are you going to want to pull your cock, I mean penis, sorry, out from that warm and moist vagina to ejaculate into the cold and dry air, or are you going to want to keep on pumping and fill your partner up with your semen?"

"Yeah I'll wear a condom," he said with no emotion, not really listening anymore.

"Good," she said, touching his cock again, "I'm glad to hear it."

Then she wrapped her hand around his cock; her hand, however, couldn't close entirely around it because the member was too thick. And, with one finger still inside her pussy, wriggling away, she began to furiously jerk him off.

"So let's recap, Jeffrey," she said, squeezing his shaft, up and down and up and down, "Tell me what you're going to do if a woman wants to have sex with you?"

"I'm-I'm-I'm going to wear, uh, a, uh, you know . . ."

"A what, Jeffrey." she said; now grinning at his agonizing pleasure.

"A condom," he blurted.

"And now, before we finish up, just tell me one more thing, Jeffrey. Just so that I know that you have been paying attention. I promise that this will be the end; we'll be finished after this. But tell me, why are you going to wear a condom?"

Then she slid her mouth over the very tip of his cock and swirled her tongue around it. Sucking with all her might on it, wanting that huge load all down her throat, that young virgin load.

"To, uh, ah, uh, prevent, uh, pregnancy."

She slid it out of her mouth but kept jerking. His balls began pulsating. Everything was so huge on the kid's package, she could see visually through his ball sack the sperm being produced. He was going to explode any second now.

"And why else are you going to wear a condom, Jeffrey?"

She popped the tip right back into her warm, succulent mouth,

It was coming, so close.

"So, uh, ah, so that, uh, when I, you know, uh, I can do it inside her, uh, ah, how, and, uh, ah, warm, tight, uh, vagina, won't have to take it out when I'm, uh, oh God I'm coming! I mean, uh, ah, when I, you know, am coming."

While he was stammering away Linda felt the pulsations begin in his quivering, throbbing shaft. She slid her hand tightly to the very base of it, squeezing, and brought the entire length of the member down to the very bottom of her throat.